Undead Tango (11 page)

“We need that whirly-bird.”

“Agreed, but at what cost? How do you propose we dance around thousands of zombies?”

“Ahh, dance. Good term, my friend. Operation Undead Tango is in full go.”

Vander stared at him in dismay. “I am not following you, brother.”

“You will, giant—you will.”

After Will laid out the elaborate plan to the group, all sat in silence, contemplating all possible outcomes, each to their own thoughts and internal deliberations.

Cody spoke first. “So it all comes down to this?” He slunk down deep into the divan. “Tomorrow we could all be dead.”

“So why are all these ugly bastards milling about the hospital?” Skye cut in. “The thing we absolutely need and it is heavily defended by the walking dead. It’s complete and utter bullshit. Pardon my French.”

Will threw his hands wide and shrugged. “It could be the human subconscious beneath their brain-dead, animalistic behavior. Under it all the zombies could have a sense of self and think they are sick. What better place is there if someone feels ill?”

Vander grumbled something under his breath then sighed. “If this is to be my last night, I am going to get a bottle of whiskey and drink until all my worries wash away. We made it this far as a team, and it could all crumble tomorrow. I love you all, but it’s way past due for a sip of the strong stuff.”

Chapter 9

Skye didn’t like at all what she was seeing and hearing. Her men were giving up it seemed. Cody was sulking and misty-eyed on the couch, Vander was going for a bottle of liquor, and Will was so tense and tightly wound that it looked like a corn cob was shoved way up his ass.

It was crystal clear to her that she had to find a way to get all of their minds off of things for a while, a diversion of some sort.

After unbuckling her gun belt in a seductive and tempting manner, allowing the holster to slowly fall from her hips, she threw it to the divan next to Cody. She ever so slowly slid the shirt over the top of her head, and all eyes were finally on her. With her perky breasts exposed she had their undivided attention. Just what she wanted. She hiked a leg on the padded chair next to her and kicked off her heels and teasingly rolled down her shorts.

“If this is potentially our last night together, I for one am not going to feel sorry for myself, get wasted, or stand there like I’m trying to shit a battleship. I would rather do something much more enjoyable. If anyone cares to join me in the bedroom, I’ll be there naked and waiting.” She slid a single finger down her chest, stomach, and along the outer edge of her tender folds. She brought up her index finger and looked at the dew on the tip. “I think I am already wet.”

She waltzed across the floor, swaying her hips, and ducked into the adjoining room. Men were so easy to manipulate. She wanted to laugh at their astonished expressions, but she held it in.

Skye crawled onto the mattress of the king-size bed and laid there, heart racing, and having no real idea what to expect from three men. Within seconds all three fumbled into the room and stood over her.

Will looked perplexed. “All three of us, Skye? How will you accomplish this?”

“I never gave any thought before, but given the circumstances I am sure we can manage,” she said, trying her best to keep an outward appearance of being calm. This was the first time in a long while that she was actually very nervous about anything. Even fighting tons of hungry zombies didn’t feel like this.

While Vander and Will quietly discussed the ground rules, Cody stripped down and joined her in bed. He shot her huge smile and their lips met. His hands went to her breasts, and he began to gently squeeze each one, rotating his wrists with his thumb pads squarely over each nipple that were quickly starting to perk up.

Will and Vander quickly came to terms and ceased their petty haggling after seeing Cody’s brazen move. Will and Vander tore out of their clothes, and Skye couldn’t help but notice that all three of them were rock solid, their amazing cocks ready for her.

She leaned back inviting the other men while Cody’s lips were fastened to hers. Vander and Will’s hot mouths ascended along her knees and all the way up to her inner thighs, delivering powerfully lusty kisses. Her inner juices were threatening to leak from her body as Will’s lips captured her clit, lolling it back and forth softly between his teeth. Vander used two fingers and spread her precious folds wide. The air alone caused her womanly essence to leak from her, and Vander tasted her creamy center, curling a long tongue toward her G-spot. She rolled on the balls of her feet, lifted her hips, giving Will and Vander better access with their venturing lips.

She continued kissing Cody verdantly, their warm tongues lashing out in mutual delight. Waves of intense pleasure radiated like lightning up her spine to be felt at the base of her neck, and she paused the kiss to release a moan. She was on the verge of an orgasm already. She fisted the back of Will’s blond hair, keeping his mouth in place, and rotated her hips into Vander’s fat tongue. With a free hand she palmed Cody’s pulsating erection and pulled him to her parted lips. She kissed the underside then swallowed the tip. His muskiness caused her inner walls to collapse around Vander’s tongue in a sudden release.

She spit out Cody’s cock and held onto the base until her breathing slowed and she caught a breath. “Okay! Someone needs to fuck me right now,” she said in a throaty voice.

She promptly went back to servicing Cody, feeling the head slip back and forth across her tongue. Cody arched into her mouth holding with a steel grip to the back of her ponytail. “Jesus, Skye!” he grunted under heavy breaths, his hold increasing around her ponytail.

Vander’s massive body was squarely in line with her petite frame, and the wide tip of his burgeoning cock threatened to invade her entrance. She squirmed against the pressure until he slowly slid into her welcoming depths. Inch by inch was taken smoothly and with care, stretching her exquisitely as he went.

Muffled by the cock at the back of her throat, Skye cried out in a sound that could only be construed as pleasure. Her head was suddenly guided toward the other direction, and Will’s dripping cock was in her face. She took him in without hesitation, tasting the heady pre-cum that coated the tip. She wrapped her thighs tightly around Vander’s muscled flanks as he moved into her deeper.

Saliva mixed with pre-cum glistened from her lips and ran down her chin as she continued to pleasure each cock that vied for her full attention. She did her best to make sure Cody and Will were happy, taking turns with each one.

Vander pushed into her womb, and a second orgasm threatened to consume her—to destroy her. Will seemed only slightly perturbed about her orgasmic-like sounds humming along his cock. He shifted positions hastily. “Think it’s my turn now,” he said to Vander.

“Hold on, man. I am in the zone,” Vander grunted back. He then rolled to the left, keeping Skye close until she was straddled over the top of him, his cock still planted firmly inside her. His large hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing a puckered anus.

She figured out pretty quickly what they had planned, and before she could protest, Will, like a bee to honey, was crouched over the top of her milking his own cock for more pre-cum. Will thoroughly lubed the crown and rested it against the rim of her anus.

“I…I don’t know about this, guys,” her voice trailed. “I never experienced anything in that part of my body before.”

“I’ll take it slow,” Will assured her. “I won’t hurt you, babe. But I need a piece of you now.” His voice was somehow desperate and needy.

She bit down on Vander’s neck as Will slipped the head in her tight ass. He edged forward, parting the anus, and she grunted something animalistic.

“Fuck me,” she squealed.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she lied a little. It was strange sensation, a different kind of pain that felt good also. She had no idea how to explain it. In truth she had always been more than a little curious about this.

The pressure was immense, and he sank farther into her ass. Again it was a tug-of-war between pain and pleasure, bliss and delicious torture. Without realizing it at first she had clawed long, red marks into Vander’s wide shoulders and was panting like a rabid dog.

Vander curled his strong fingers into the crease of her sweaty ass and opened her cheeks farther, spreading them wide. “Shit!” she yelped, still digging her nails into Vander’s shoulders.

Will steadied her slender hips and fully penetrated her tiny, puckered hole. He stilled his movements inside her, his cock suffocating in a pressure hold. Vander’s balls and shaft dripped with Skye’s excitement, but she needed the friction again. She moved against Vander, and he began his thrusts, steady at first but quickly gaining momentum that jolted through Skye’s entire body.

Cody swung his neglected cock to her mouth, and she happily took him in, gulping him down until the crown gagged her.

Will began his easy strokes through the tightness, obviously dying to move faster. She could do nothing but cling to Vander’s sweat-and-blood-streaked shoulders as all three men used her as they wanted. She fully submitted, and at that moment she accepted any and all of their delightful punishments. She never felt more alive in her life than this one chance moment in time with three beautiful men. All three desired her more than anything, and there was immense power in that. They were hers and hers alone. She would have smiled if Cody’s gyrating cock wasn’t filling her mouth.

“That’s it,” Cody exhaled. He then cursed something aloud, and his body lurched. She tasted his seed as it spilled to the back of her throat. She swallowed all of him and ran her teeth along his shaft until the few remaining drops were squeezed from his tiny opening.

The sensation deep inside her ass grew stronger, and Will’s muscles tensed behind her as he arched into her ass again and again with increasing urgency. Vander lifted her body with every stern thrust upward into her drenched pussy.

The convulsions of Will’s release, the throbbing in her tight anus caused her cunt to strangle the wide shaft that was nudging against her womb. Vander dug his fingers into her hips, grunted, and erupted like a volley of cannon shots extending her euphoric release.

Exhausted and in a delirium, she collapsed to the side of Vander, all of her men taking a position to hold her in some way. No one spoke as they laid there in the blissful aftermath. Besides the fact that her ass was going to be sore come morning and there was a lava flow gushing from both ends, she was pretty impressed with herself for how she handled three men—three men that were demanding and needy.

Is it possible for me to love them all equally?
Each one was completely different, yet she loved everything about them. In simpler times in the real world she knew this would never—could never work, but here, they had the ability to create their own world and shape their own destinies.

Nothing was said for the rest of the night. The plan was in place, Undead Tango would be put into effect tomorrow, and they slept each to their own thoughts.

Chapter 10

Vander could already tell this was a horrible idea, but the operation was set in motion, and come hell or high water, they were committed to seizing that chopper.

So there he was, cannon fodder really, with a shotgun strapped to his back, extra shells in a sling across his chest, standing in the hospital parking lot and holding a club in one hand with a metal trash can lid in the other for a shield with zombies swarming in large clusters. To draw even further attention to himself, he began slapping the club against the trash can lid. Hundreds of infected turned and began limping toward him with gangly arms and legs. Some were half-decomposed while others seemed fresher, for lack of a better term. At any rate all of them were ugly mother fuckers.

He tilted his head to the heavens. Clouds drifted past a bright sun like a great blanket scattering shadows, and it was a surreal moment. At least it was a beautiful day to die.

With a morbid grin he brought the club down with tremendous force on the cranium of a frisky infected that edged in behind him. It fell listless with a slight twitch of the arms. A name tag on the heavy-set man he just downed said
Edgar
. “No hard feelings there, Edgar,” he said to the body. “It’s only business.”